Dress it up

Take a look at the picture above. What do you notice? You might notice nothing. Mr. Scott Gamelson noticed something though: "What? That's not fancy enough for a Wednesday." It's not. Or is it? What's fancy? What's dressing up? This is the topic of conversation.

"Dressing up" is an interesting action. When do we dress up? Well, for me, I dress up every Wednesday and whenever I feel like it's appropriate, which, honestly, is most situations. I personally enjoy dressing up, I enjoy a suit and tie, I enjoy getting fancy. Other people don't. Other people do not enjoy dressing up, enjoy a t-shirt and sweats, and don't ever want to get fancy. There's nothing wrong with this, I enjoy a t-shirt and sweats an incredible amount, but there's something beautiful about the act of dressing up because of the situation deserving the respect. For example, back in the day (I think), when people went out for a social event, when people went to town for the evening, they took the time to prepare themselves for a nice time. They dressed to the occasion and treated social events with importance.  It might just be me, but it's not quite like that anymore.  In general, it doesn't seem like people care about social interaction the way they used to.  I feel like, especially for gentleman, the art of dressing up is taking a hike in the backwards direction. I can't tell you how many times guys have asked me if I could tie their tie for the them. I feel embarrassed for them.  It's time to learn how to tie ties, gentleman. Speaking of tying ties, the "real" bow tie is almost completely extinct. Well, maybe. The trend of the "hipster" is toying with the idea of getting "into" bow ties again.  I guess we'll see what happens.

All this to say, I enjoy dressing up and I feel like our generation is on the downhill, dressing up isn't near as important and perhaps fun as it used to be. And just a disclaimer, everything written on this blog is opinion written in the moment. It's not meant to offend, it's not meant to prove, it's merely meant to express my random thoughts with a virtual audience.

And all THAT to say, I dressed "down" on purpose today, to speak to this issue. I guess that's a whole nother issue entirely: getting used to me dressing up on Wednesdays. There's an expectation that I dress up every Wednesday, an expectation that in no way shape or form NEEDS to happen, it just has happened, well, for the last 3+ years. And it's been a great 3+ years.




So, two Thursday's ago, the 29th of September, I was given the opportunity to film and photograph the madness we know as SWAGTACULAR. Hungry Mind Entertainment partnered up with House of Blues to throw this party full of swag and boy, was it an experience. I'm not going to get to detailed, but I learned a ton about myself that night, in all sorts of different ways, and in the end, it was well worth it and a spectacular learning experience.  As I was working on the video, I was absolutely amazed to see my Hume Lake influence show up. I can honestly attribute most, if not all, my video editing skills to Hume Lake Christian Camps and the immense amount of practice I was blessed with during the summer of 2010.  Seriously. Every stylistic decision that was made throughout this video somehow stemmed from something I learned and tried a Hume two summers ago. It got me PUMPED and I am so so grateful for that summer two short years ago.  Here's the video, for your enjoyment:


SWAGTACULAR // The Chaos from Morgan Lott on Vimeo.






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Four months ago, my roommate Mr. Joel Limbauan began training for a half-marathon. As far as I know, there was no major major cause for this, it was simple curiosity, perseverance, and drive.  Four months later, last Sunday rolled around, and entire apartment: Mr. Joel Limbuan, Mr. Ben Jacuk, Mr. Michael Warnecke, and myself, took off in the wee hours of the morning to go support our friend and housemate.  Here is the videographic proof:




WHAT. A. DAY! Joel's the man, the straight up man. Telling yourself you want to run a half-marathon and then actually doing it? That's WILD.








And that, my friends, is the end. I hope you enjoyed it. If not, it's just Wednesday.



Drink a fruit smoothie relatively soon. Try something you've never tried before.

Color- est

Color is a bizarre, complicated, yet incredibly simple element.  Take notice of my clothing.  Do the colors match? No. They don't. When I was standing in front of the mirror, a look of disgust took place upon my face; just in case, I wasn't in a place to change.  Normally I would change, but I thought to myself "Man, color is such a bizarre, complicated, yet incredibly simple element, that I think I'll rock these whack colors today and write about it on my blog."  As you can tell, this is precisely what happened.  Seriously though, color is pretty crazy.  Why do some colors work together and others don't?  Whats the deal with complimentary, analogous, triadic, color schemes.  Don't know the answer, can't help you out.  What do I know? I know that color is an art and some people just don't have it, same reason some people can't clap on beat to save their lives, drives me bonkers, but it's life, and I'm blessed to have rhythm...and color recognition.  If you can't clap on beat, sorry.  If you can't tell red from black (yes, I'm talking to you Connor), sorry.  But here's the deal: you're probably using the skills that I have used up clapping and looking at colors in other better, cooler, radder, sweeter places than I could imagine.  You're talented.




That was a somewhat random spiel, how nice.

I've got some artistic matter for you today.  I am in a typography class at Biola labeled "Letters & Symbols."  Kind of hard to explain what exactly we learn, but it's an incredible class that is stretching my mind through great lengths.  We had a project due yesterday: we had to choose 3 words and then construct them out of virtually anything and everything.  There were rules, rules irrelevant to this blog, but I followed the rules and below are some fun examples of the outcome.  Enjoy.


Exhibit 1: Blue Painter's tape. FUN FACT: In real life, this stretches over 6 feet in length.

Exhibit 2: Hot Sauce on a refrigerator door. FUN FACT: In real life, this is still sitting outside my room. It smells like hot sauce exploded on a refrigerator door.

Exhibit 3: Socks. FUN FACT: In real life, those are real socks, look closely, you can tell.

Exhibit 4: Shoelace(s). FUN FACT: In real life, the shoelace had to be eliminated from the shoe in order to spell elimination. How symbolic.

And there you have it, some words.






Moving forward

This week is crazy, last week was crazy, so much stuff happens in a week, it is rather remarkable.  As of last week, Justin Bieber was pretty much a Biola student, that has changed quite a bit, but hey, I'm still a belieber.  Even the Mawwiage Films banner was updated, last week was weak sauce, we'ek needed to upgrade:

 

Mawwiage Films | Wedding Videography

Speaking of things that happen in a week.  There are two specific videos that were born and then took over the face of the planet this last week.  One is the girl from UCLA who rants about Asians in the library, expressing her disgust towards their behavior in the library and elsewhere.  I'm not going to post that trash on my blog, no offense. She has received mauling by the multitudes, I wish her good luck in the conquering the rest of her life.  It's a bummer this had to happen.




All in good form, the other video is by brilliant lyricist Rebecca Black.  Arguably the goodest lyrics of the year, Black's "Friday" inspires millions with lyrics such as

"Tomorrow is Saturday
And Sunday comes afterwards"

and

"We-we-we so excited"


Here's the vid.





Wonderful.






So that's the plan, that's the jam, it's the end of the post, worth as much as spam.

Have a wonderful day people of the internet. Enjoy yourself on this fine day.